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"The very existence of poetry should make us laugh. What is it all about? What is it for?"
--Kenneth Koch
“El subtítulo ‘Modelo para armar’ podría llevar a creer que las
diferentes partes del relato, separadas por blancos, se proponen como piezas permutables.”
13 mar 2006
Tienen, por eso no lloran,
de plomo las calaveras.
Con el alma de charol
vienen por la carretera.
[Their skulls are lead--that's why they don't weep. With souls of patent leather come over the highway]
This de-humanizing moment comes toward the beginning of Lorca's "Romance de la guardia civil española." "Charol" is the material that famous tricornio hats is made of, so the souls of the guardia civil is made of the same material. The metonymy is made into a metaphor.
The guardia civil was founded in the late 19th century to patrol rural roads. It is a completely militarized police force, with a reputation for brutality. Since the gypsies were an itinerant, marginalized group, they were the natural target of this paramilitary force. In this poem they attack a gypsy settlement while the gypsies are putting on some kind of Christmas party. There are children dressed up as the Virgin and Saint Joseph. There is someone dressed up as Pedro Domecq, the local oligarch, here near the Southern Andalusian city of Jerez de la Frontera. (Detrás va Pedro Domecq / con tres sultanes de Persia.) You've probably drunk his products. ("Sherry" is how a British guy pronounces "Jerez.")
So it is the destruction of pure innocent imagination by pure depravity. There is no middle ground. The guardia civil went enthusiastically for the right during the civil war.
What's the Pope going to dress up in next?
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In late 1969 I drove from Rapallo, Italy, through southern France and then down the highway in Spain to Algeciras to take my car on the ferry to Tangiers, Morocco. I was driving on the highway from Grenada to Algeciras late at night and was stopped by a Guardia Seville policeman in a shiny motorcycle jacket, submachine gun, the whole nine yards. I open my window and ask what the problem was. He wants to know why I am driving with my high beams on (it was a superhighway about 2 am) and says I have to pay an immediate fine for this. And do I have cash. When I said I only had travelers checks he reluctantly let me go.
By the way, thanks for the link to my Contradicta!
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